The rain is ready, wants to burst, More ferocious, full of lust... The darkness, and the cold are heavy, Brutal like a murder...
Photo by Jhonis Martins from Pexels It's in the way you carry yourself. It's in the way you let your guard down, that makes you someone I should pay attention to. . Being fake, with zombie like reactions, is what's popular these days and what terribly bores me. . Yes, letting your guard down, letting your mind roam … Continue reading Meaningful Collision
This morning I had the pillow covering my head to stop the sun from waking me up. But you, cutie pie, woke up first, and with your little hand searched for me in the big bed. Then you gently squeezed my hand and caressed my arm. I didn’t want to wake up, but your love … Continue reading My little treasure
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I was not raised to stand tall, or believe in myself. I was not raised to have a voice or defend who I am. No, I was raised to shut up, To follow others and to please people, And when I didn’t, I was a failure. I was not raised to be brave or express … Continue reading I was not raised to…
You’ve always been my all: Devotion, care, worries and fresh air. You’ve always been a mentor, A force, courageous, smart, hardcore. Cata, my sis, Our struggles, the pain and all the days we’ve missed, Are nothing, moments we dismiss. You are scared now, while so brave, Emptied, but complete with the little ones around, … Continue reading My Sis – Storm and Bliss
She was grinding her mind with doubt. She was torturing herself. She had a different reality. She hated that, but the reality didn’t care. It pushed her. It belittled her. It made her heavy and not enough. It made her crush her own achievements. It made her ordinary, but ordinarily sad. . She was trying … Continue reading Mud, Wind and the Key
She understood right there, right then. Just an hour before her 27th birthday, her lover in bed, but she was sitting in the chair, listening to Tiesto - Ur, while realising love... love just doesn’t last, it’s too slippery. She has been in a relationship for more than three years, and she was weeping for … Continue reading Love always ends
Look! Do you see? The sun, oh no, a ray, oh, wait! It’s warm, it touched me. I felt it. It’s mood-lifting. My mind’s shifting. My heart’s not aching. What happened? I stop and wonder. What was that? I open my eyes wide, And it hits me: The sparkle, the brightness, Warm rays of the … Continue reading It’s time to Spring